St Petersburg - A dim distant memory.
At this present moment in my life I have been constantly wondering how come I can be so happy and contented when my life is so empty and uninteresting.
How come everything is such a pleasure when in the extremely limited free time that I do have all I manage to achieve is to either sleep or vegetate in front of the television?
Every resolution I make to include new activities and interests to my daily life fall along the wayside after some pathetic attempts to make them permanent changes. Is it just a lack of free time, acute tiredness after working so many hours or just an innate inability to make any real effort unless it is primordially necessary?
I just received a kind but sarcastic comment on how “passionate” my life was. I understand completely what stimulated that.
Do I, in fact,even care? Is it just a guilty feeling or perhaps the thought of others’ judgments of the worthlessness of my existence?
I think I will go and change the light bulb in my bathroom which I have been meaning to do for the last 6 weeks.
I have finally managed to download my Russian photographs to flickr. They are in no way exceptional but if anyone is interested in pretty churches you can find all 51 of them here.